Poem - No One Wrings Toward The Curse

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no one
wrings
toward
the curse

beyond
the frail
god
poisonous
strategy
shakes
hastily
the big
stranger
journeys
fatally

the old
risk
spirals
during
the magnificent

everything
grinds

anyone
achieves

tame
door
bites

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